What do you think about when you hear the words Kentucky Fried Chicken?

Me? I think about being a little kid and about how Kentucky Fried Chicken was a

special fast food treat. Fast food that felt like a good sit-down

restaurant food to little meat. There wasn't a fast food restaurant within a

hundred miles of where I spent most of my childhood and back when I was in grade

school in junior high for shopping trips for things like back to school shopping or for buying Christmas

presents. My mom, sister Donna and I, maybe my grandparents' mom's sister and I, would drive two hours

north of Regans to Louis and Idaho, the big city, the big city of at that time still less than 30,000 people.

Plenty enough people though, especially with the smaller sister city of Clarkston, Washington,

across the river and all the students

from Lewis Clark State College

for a bunch of fast food chains.

There was McDonald's,

they no longer are Skippers, A&W Rootbear,

Taco Time, not Bell, Taco Johns Time, not Bell.

Taco Johns, still not Bell.

Taco Bell.

Subway Arby's, one of the stores

with the old big-ass cowboy hat signs.

Domino's Pizza, Pizza Hut, Little Caesars, several others I'm sure, and Kentucky fried chicken.

Delicious!

Oh man, we grab a big family style bucket full of, I don't even remember how many pieces of fried chicken

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